15 July 2009

Jim Lynch's "Border Songs"



Tides vs. Borders
Jim Lynch’s novels explore back corners of Washington Stat
e

by Christian Martin

Jim Lynch hit on something sweet and surprising with his 2005 debut novel The Highest Tide. Readers fell in love with it in a big way, first here in the Pacific Northwest, then across the country and eventually around the world. Awarded the Pacific Northwest Booksellers', translated in to eight different languages in 20 different countries and adapted for the stage in a successful run at Seattle's Book-It theater, The Highest Tide proved to be quirky and smart. Lynch's prose is rich with natural detail that brings the ecology of southern Puget Sound to vivid, squirming life and his plot peopled with believable characters and interactions.

Not since David Guterson and the Snow Falling on Cedars phenomenon have Pacific Northwest readers' hopes been so high for a local author's sophomore follow-up. With the release of *Border Songs*, Lynch's literary strategy seems to be based on the mantra, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." His new novel is built on the familiar foundation of his first, employing a very similar storyline, pace, tone and intention.

In The Highest Tide, the protagonist Miles O’Malley is a shy, sensitive 13-year old boy, a good-natured innocent that doesn't fit in with others around him but finds solace (and highly unusual discoveries) in wild places.

In Border Songs, the protagonist Brandon is a shy, sensitive 23-year old young man, a good-natured innocent that doesn’t fit in with others around him but finds solace (and highly unusual discoveries) in wild places.

Differences exist, to be sure: Miles has a unique bond with the sea life found on the beaches of his home near Olympia; Brandon finds connection with the bird life in his home in northern Whatcom County. Much of Miles’ introspective withdrawal comes from escaping his parent’s bitter marriage, while Brandon’s awkwardness arises from a condition that resembles Asperger Syndrome. Miles becomes a sensation in the media and with a religious cult; Brandon becomes an unlikely hero for the Border Patrol.

There are many pleasures to be had in reading Border Songs, and I expect that our corner of the country will be especially receptive owing to the novel's aforementioned setting. The story takes place on and around the US-Canadian border, and pivotal scenes take place in the unlikely settings of Blaine, Ferndale, White Rock and Semiahmoo. The story examines the overlapping tropes of homeland security, marijuana smuggling, terrorism and political posturing, surveying these contemporary border issues through the eyes of a wide cast of eccentric characters. From dope growers to federal officers, illegal immigrants to dairy farmers, truck drivers to casino boosters, these pages are full of true-to-life northern Whatcomites living along the 49th parallel.

Many of the local details are spot-on too -- the character of the Nooksack River, the smell of manure on the wind, the high demand for BC bud, even the seasonal bird life -- all demonstrating Lynch’s affinity for northwestern Washington State. The sense of place that the author creates is only possible through humility, a slowed-down attentiveness and sensitivity to nature.

Is the new novel too much like the earlier one, too predictable, to be enjoyable? Or did The Highest Tide hit upon such a winning formula with enough rich possibility that it begs to be explored in shifting scenarios? Readers will decide for themselves.

All in all, Lynch has delivered the finest literary treatment of our region since Annie Dillard's The Living. But whereas The Living is often seen as stern, morbid and uncompromising, Border Songs is whimsical, sensitive and full of heart.

03 June 2009

Tom Robbins live from the Boundary Bay Brewery Beer Garden!

Video & photos by S. Glackman. Editing by me. If you like this, check out my Tom Robbins interview 'zine at http://magcloud.com/browse/Issue/14846 !

01 May 2009

Northwest Bookshelf

A survey of recent titles that explore native art and culture, local birds and resident whales, mountaineering and the mycorrhizosphere, and other topics both relevant and esoteric.

Reviews by Christian Martin

In the pages of Douglas H. Chadwick's The Grandest of Lives: Eye to Eye with Whales (Sierra Club Books), the Whitefish, MT-based author of *True Grizz* turns his attention to the coast and delivers an insightful and impassioned exploration of humpback, northern bottlenose, orca, minke and blue whales. A mixture of natural history, personal travels and the latest scientific information, Chadwick writes clearly and convincingly, his enthusiasm for cetaceans keeping the narrative aloft. Journeying through the Puget Sound, the author describes an afternoon spent with orcas as providing "…a few hours that raise enough questions to last months or years, partial glimpses of a thousand possibilities, notes penciled on to data sheets, and, almost always, a glimmer of magic in between the lines."

Natural history comes alive in Birdsongs of the Pacific Northwest (The Mountaineers Books), which combines field guide information with a CD of recorded birdsong. Stephen R. Whitney and Elizabeth Briars Hart created the detailed drawings and assembled the identification data, while Martyn Stewart did the admirable work of producing excellent field recordings of dozens of birds found in the Northwest. Stewart's was daunting task: he collected birdsongs for four years to produce this CD, battling the ambient noise pollution of everyday clatter like leaf blowers and auto traffic, often recording for twelve hours in order to capture a quality 20-second recording. Whereas previous offerings of the sounds of birds found in our area were actually recordings from the eastern United States, Stewart is proud to have recorded Pacific Northwest birds singing in their unique Pacific Northwest dialects.

There is also a wealth of natural history in Jon R. Luoma's The Hidden Forest: The Biography of an Ecosystem (Oregon State University Press). As the title suggests, this is a deep profile of a forest, from the mycorrhizosphere to the crown and all points in between. The place is called the H.J. Andrews Experimental Forest – 16,000 acres of old-growth in Central Oregon's Cascade mountains – and serves as a living laboratory from which countless discoveries about the ecology of Pacific Northwest primeval forest have been uncovered. Legendary University of Washington forestry professor Jerry Franklin is the main dramatic character here, and *Audubon* magazine editor Luoma does an excellent job serving as interpreter of science and nature.

Home Ground: Language for an American Landscape (Trinity Press) is a volume that likewise seeks to better interpret and understand the landscape, and it revels in the diversity of the lexicon with which Americans have used to describe the physical features of our country. Edited by Oregonians Barry Lopez and Debra Gwartney, *Homeground* is an unusual reference book that collects and presents distinctively American vocabulary that have grown out of distinctive American land- and water forms. Do you know what a bogmat, desire path, cowbelly or nunatak are? How about a pingo, viewshed, riprap, oxbow lake or hueco? Each term is an indigenous expression for a particular natural feature, and in order to preserve these homegrown linguistics, Lopez and Gwartney assigned 45 different writers from all around the country 20 terms to research and define, resulting in 850 unique definitions. So, the reader gets Robert Michael Pyle on "stream sink," Barbara Kingsolver on "karst," Patiann Rogers on "panhandle," Jon Krakauer on "gendarme," Terry Tempest Williams on "chaco," plus contributions from Gretel Ehrlich, Charles Frazier, Bill McKibben, Linda Hogan, Kim Stafford, Robert Hass and many other gifted wordsmiths. The resulting text is oddly fascinating, hypnotic even, thanks to the wide range of writing styles and voices.

While not the kind of book you'll want to curl up with for a relaxing winter evening of pleasure reading, Haida Gwaii: Human History and the Environment from the Time of the Loon to the Time of the Iron People (University of British Columbia Press/University of Washington Press) does seem to me to be an indispensable book for those interested in the lifeways and culture of local native peoples. Reading the book itself is dense and humorless – I much prefer scientific writing that is "literary" while remaining factual – but regardless of the monotone prose, there is a wealth of new information in these pages of the old ways of the civilization in what are now called the Queen Charlotte Islands: the evolution of black bear, three-spined stickleback, caribou, cedar and ferns in relationship to Haida Gwaii people, ice age impacts and a trove of traditional stories, like young boys turning in to ducks, Foam Woman creating floods and the arrangement of all beings by Raven. "Science is coming of age," writes Haida elder Guujaaq in the Foreword," and while there is a convergence and a reconciliation of science with our histories, scientists may have to take our word on certain facts."

Oregon State University also published a book that illuminates the dimmer corners of ancient Pacific Northwest History, and Katherine Barber's Death of Cellilo Falls (UW Press) is a fine biography of the Dalles area of the Columbia River, a place that attracted indigenous people for 11,000 years. At the height of the Cellilo era, over 10,000 Indians gathered there for the spring and fall salmon runs, arriving from all corners of the Northwest to fish, harvest, socialize and trade. Pipestone, buffalo meat and horses arrived from the east, blankets and beads from the north, obsidian and slaves from the south and wappato from the west – and everybody left with tons of salmon jerky. Barber's book travels from these times of plenty through to the building of the Dalles dam and the irreplaceable loss of this hub of native Northwest civilization.

But far the most intriguing way to absorb local native history would be Gerta Moray's Uncommon Encounters: First Nations Imagery in the Art of Emily Carr (UBC Press/UW Press), a coffee table-sized book that leavens academic essays with archival photographs, sketch book drawings and watercolors, maps and dozens of color plates – a kaleidoscope of artistic outpourings from Emily Carr, one of the premier painters of the west coast of North America. Moray's scholarship explores the interactions between early British Columbian settlers and the First Nation people of the Vancouver Island region, and finds in Carr's life and work a complex attempt at interracial contact that was respectful, sensitive and gifted, though still obviously colored. Her paintings of longhouses, totem poles, village scenes, portraits and environment tell their own fascinating stories about coastal native life, and Moray helps by teasing out the cultural and imperial history embedded in Carr's expressive art.

On the topic of intercultural interactions, the photographs of Edward Curtis are artistic artifacts that are routinely praised and criticized. His vast thirty-year documentation of Native Americans, in distinctive and somber sepia tones, contains both accuracies and exaggerations, and his critics charge that his work was culturally exploitative. But the editors of The Many Faces of Edward Sherriff Curtis: Portraits and Stories from Native North America (Gilcrease Museum/UW Press) believe the "richness and texture as well as its beauty and its flaws" of his record outweigh the controversies, and they put forth 80 of his finest portraits to prove their point. One truth becomes the obvious: the dignity, hope and deep emotional affect emanating from the faces of these original people are moving beyond words and across time.

Combining many of the topics that arise in the previous titles – native traditions, natural history, art criticism, interracial encounters – Aldona Jonaitis's Art of the Northwest Coast (Douglas & McIntyre/UW Press) serves as a highly accessible survey of the big picture of indigenous art of Cascadia, a panoramic view that stands on the shoulders of pioneering scholars Bill Holm, Robin Wright and Steve Brown. Jonaitis attempts to answer the question of how "so much art, so finely made, developed here, in this strop of land from Puget Sound to Yakutat in Alaska," and she does so with an engaging storyteller's voice and a sumptuous wealth of illustrations of everything from a wooden shaman's rattle to red cedar bark hats and baskets to argillite pipes to a gallery of supernatural masks.

Offering one more perspective on Northwest native art, Raven Traveling (Douglas & McIntyre/UW Press) hones in on the art of Haida Gwaii, including over 100 vivid photographs of masks, sculpture, screens, paintings, jewelry and an array of useful everyday tools. Produced to coincide with the 75-year anniversary of the Vancouver Art Gallery and the Raven Traveling" exhibition, these pages are laden with poems and myths, prayers and interviews, all of which help to create a living portrait of a living culture that has survived for untold centuries.

Galen Rowell was an archetypal American adventure photographer, the kind of artist who traveled to remote spots, scaled sheer mountain walls and plunged down raging rivers in order to capture the high energy and excitement of mountaineering and other backcountry pursuits. Though he died in a plane wreck in 2002, his legacy has been preserved in Galen Rowell: A Retrospective (Sierra Club Books), which showcases 175 of his iconic images from California's Sierra Nevadas, Tibet's Himalayas, Chile's Patagonia and beyond. Unlike much of the mountaineering culture, Rowell's output was never the typical adrenaline-fueled fare of "extreme sports." Intimacy and reverence animate his photographs, and he frequently turned his lens to wildlife, foreign culture and the textured details of the planet's landscapes. This book is an awe-inspiring celebration of the diversity of life and land on earth, created by a man who went the extra distance to pursue his passions.

Passion for the wild likewise guided the life and work of Edward Abbey, the legendary author who is routinely marginalized as a "nature writer." In reality, Abbey was novelist, philosophizer, polemicist, essayist, poet, part-time misanthrope and world-class crank. What unites his diverse bibliography is an unceasing and vehement concern for America's wilderness and the values that wild places bestow upon our fledgling culture, as well as a love of argument and debate, a gift for clever usage of the English language, a politically-incorrect sense of humor and a heartfelt dedication to the deserts of the Southwest. All of these qualities can be found in raging abundance in Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast (Milkweed Editions), a collection of his correspondences to Annie Dillard, Jim Harrison, Barry Lopez, Cormac McCarthy and a wide range of periodicals, government agencies and book publishers. At turns wrathful, sarcastic, generous, hilarious, moving and angry, the sheer brilliance and entertainment to be found in Abbey's prodigious output of letters makes me rue the loss of handwritten letters and postcards in our digital age.











25 April 2009

Tom Robbins Incognito



I've done gone and uploaded the debut issue of my new magazine "moontrolling" to MagCloud. It features a story I wrote some time ago called "Tom Robbins Incognito: Tracking the Pacific Northwest's Elusive Literary Outlaw," a topic that I think will hold special interest for all Ish River denizens & admirers. Visit MagCloud to purchase a copy today -- they'll print one out for you and send it in the mail, just like a regular 'ole fancy-pants magazine!

The Phone Call

With most of the thrill from the other night’s search worn off, I’m back at home relaxing on a Sunday morning with my second or third cup of coffee. Listening to the syncopated patter of rain on the roof, I’m nearly hypnotized, until the ringing phone breaks the spell.

“Christian? This is your long-lost childhood friend!”

I don’t immediately respond.

“You remember, back from the pineapple plantation up in Nova Scotia!”

“Uh, yeah, who is this?” I sense a trickster.

“Hey, this is Tom Robbins. I’m calling you from Denver. My wife slipped your number into my briefcase and I found it this morning. I just read your letter, and think I can find some time to do something with you next week.”

I jerk out of my drowsy state and begin taking notes immediately. This telephonic surprise awakens me more than all the caffeine in the world ever could.

The author has little time, perhaps little patience, for long-distance small talk. We immediately get down to the logistics of fitting an interview into his busy book tour schedule, and end up agreeing that within the week I’ll fax some questions to his home in La Conner. “That way I’ll have some time to ponder my answers,” he says. The mind of Tom Robbins pondering my questions? Sounds great to me. He rattles off the seven digits of his fax number.

“So,” I say, writing them down carefully, “this is the direct link to Tom Robbins, huh?”

“Yeah, well, the direct link to me, as well as to Villa de Jungle Girl. It’s also the link to Jiffy Squid. And to the House of Thrills. Sometimes it gets confusing with so many faxes coming in for us all.”

“Hmm. So you’re all at this same number?”

“Yep. You know the nice thing about being schizophrenic? You’re never alone.”

17 October 2008

Flyaway











(Winter in town)
October 13, 1976

(1)
Before the bar closes
I stumble up the hill alone.
The whole town is asleep.

Geese crying in the night sky
wake me out of my drunkenness
into the ancient pathway
given to us
before we had minds.

I am the brother of geese
On my bare arms
long ago
there were feathers.

(2)
Fly at night,
dark sky under your wings.
Sing with your brothers
and
fear no hunter.

Let me hear
over the sea of feathers
that song
carried on in the night,

wave after wave
rising out of the silence, going on--

same song
same silence
as I rise into the sky,
this white feather glowing in my mouth.

-- Robert Sund, La Conner

11 June 2008

Darius Kinsey, Photographer


Ansel Adams of the Pacific Northwest

You have to wonder what drove Darius Kinsey to sojourn away from the comforts of his stately 12-room Seattle home to enter the dripping, dark primeval forests of the Pacific Northwest so incessantly. Over the course of two decades, he was frequently finding excuses to jump a train or motor coach north out of the city to return to the logging camps, shantytowns, deep groves and snowy summits of the Cascadian back-of-beyond. Of course, he always packed along his large-format camera and crates of negatives with him. The tools of his art lent purpose to his wanderings.

Traveling through the untamed Northwest undergrowth, with its thickets of devil's club, vine maples and salal and ankle-twisting maze of downed and decomposing old-growth trees, was seldom an easy affair, and Kinsey didn't travel light. His 11x14 Eastman View camera weighed around 15 pounds and the large 20x24 inch glass negative plates were both fragile and unwieldy. The Skagit Courier reports in 1902 that Kinsey traveled with over 250 pounds of photographic gear to shoot one remarkable Doug Fir.

Even though his Eastman View was advertised as "an excellent camera of strong and substantial construction," it is doubtful that many Kodak customers pushed their equipment to the extremes that Kinsey did: shooting in all vagrancies of weather, crawling up and down fern-choked gorges, teetering across the goat trails of hard rock miners.

"For Kinsey," explains the Whatcom Museum of History and Art website, "finding the perfect shot sometimes meant dodging avalanches, crossing crevasses and jumping over rattlesnakes."

If he wasn't lugging around his camera, which occasionally was an even-heavier 20x24 model, he could be found next to waterfalls or a cedar shake cabin experimenting in the improvised arts of taking stereo-camera shots, making glass lantern slide images and capturing panoramic perspectives with his "Cirkut" camera, a self-revolving 50-pound behemoth that spooled out negatives 10 inches wide and 20 feet long.

The breadth of Kinsey's work gives off a sense of restlessness matched by an insatiable curiosity. I imagine a man who, so in awe of the raw landscape around him, couldn't sit still. The Whatcom Museum notes that even on family trips to the wood, Kinsey "was known to jump out of the car on a moment’s notice, set up his equipment on the shoulder of the road or disappear up a trail."



Kinsey is most well known for the record he created of the Pacific Northwest logging culture. His photos immortalize tableaus of mustachioed men in tin pants and suspenders, buckers crosscutting fallen cedars, horses slipping down skid roads, shake-splitters retiring to their smoldering stump huts and steam engines traversing massive trestles.

"Through a fifty-year career in photography," museum archivist Jeff Jewell recently explained to me, "Kinsey captured the monumental interaction between men, machinery and mammoth trees that defined early logging in northwest Washington."

Though he created a visual history of our corner of the continent majestic in scope, Kinsey's work isn’t simply about quantity or the dry assemblage of a historical record. There is a majestic, bold and original artistic quality to the prints he produced that calls to mind the similarly stunning work of Ansel Adams. Both share the same palette of rich inky blackness and the thousand subtle shades of grey, the shockingly sharp detail and eye for dramatic composition. Much like Adams and his beloved Yosemite Valley, Kinsey’s work presents the Northwest woods as a cathedral. There is a sense of architecture, space and depth, and a somber, serious light in many of his prints of the forest.

The Whatcom Museum, which holds and tends the world's largest Kinsey archive, has recently put on display 38 Kinsey prints, 21 of which have never been displayed in public before. Many of the “new” images are donations from locals who have found Kinsey pieces among their family possessions – large format negatives, photographs and an extremely rare custom album of 11x14 original prints.

“The real star of the exhibit is a four piece panoramic of a lumber mill with workers and their families, circa 1910,” says Jewell. “It's from four original photographs that revealed how Kinsey shot a series of 11" x 14" negatives that, once printed, (his wife) Tabitha could match and glue together as a panoramic image. It was an aspect of the Kinseys' work that was unknown until the donation of these photographs to the Whatcom Museum in 2003.”



“Some photographers take reality... and impose the domination of their own thought and spirit,” Adams once remarked. “Others come before reality more tenderly and a photograph to them is an instrument of love and revelation.” Kinsey, as revealed in his sensitive body of work, falls in the later camp. Those of us fascinated by the history of the Pacific Northwest – and in love with the forest -- are all the more fortunate for it.

photos copyright Whatcom Museum of History and Art.

04 June 2008

"And it still surprises me the number of longtime Northwesterners who have never heard of this plant."


Salal: Listening for the Northwest Understory
By Laurie Ricou
Reviewed by Christian Martin


Human beings have evolved in concert with the natural world for tens of thousands of years. Our complex relationships with the plant world have been particularly crucial in the development of our cultures. These interconnections between people and the varied green world are rich places for examination and mediation; one can learn more about ourselves by studying the plant life that surrounds us. Gary Paul Nabhan comes to mind as a leading thinker in these thickets, and Michael Pollan was fruitful in this realm of exploration with his best-selling book The Botany of Desire.

Laurie Ricou, a literature professor at the University of British Columbia, is the latest writer to look at the human-plant alliance, and his exploration is especially rewarding for local readers because he has chosen to take a deep, long look at salal and the corresponding cultures, both indigenous and modern, of the Pacific Northwest.

His new book Salal: Listening for the Northwest Understory is a sustained cogitation on this one common native species. It brings together a wide variety of disciplines including natural history, sociology, global economics, poetry, botany, biogeography and forest ecology. The multi-layered prose features a rich panoply of voices that Ricou gathers together from field interviews, excerpts from other authors and poets, native myths, historical archives and elsewhere, so that Ricou serves as a conductor of voices from across the ages, everybody with their own take on this ubiquitous, glossy-green shrub.

Ricou is a playful writer not afraid to bend the rules of writing, to take risks with language and look for illumination in surprising juxtapositions. He has an exhaustive sense of curiosity as well, and a voluminous familiarity with the literature of our region. All of these gifts were on display in his last book The Arbutus/Madrone Files: Reading the Pacific Northwest, a thought-provoking survey of Pacific Northwest literature from both sides of the border.

I recently had a chance to converse with Ricou about his interest in all-things-salal and what he learned in the process of writing this book.

Q: Why write a book about salal?

Laurie Ricou: The book began with my asking my literature students to do little projects on the region's flora and fauna. They loved the discoveries they were making. Then, one of my students told me I should really contemplate salal--because it was a gorgeous plant, with an important connection to the female economy--women could make a modest independent living harvesting it.

Q: How is your book different from a botanic field guide?

LR: Well, it is maybe a very ample field guide, but to just one species, and the "fields" are much wider, more varied, than in the usual guide--extending from gardens and nurseries to painting and poetry and symphonic music.

Q: What surprised you in your salal research?

LR: The most surprising thing is the sheer volume and dollar value of salal that is "harvested" entirely in the wild and shipped around the world (for use in floral displays). And it still surprises me the number of longtime Northwesterners who have never heard of this plant.

Q: What can one learn about a culture by studying a plant?

LR: That it is continually growing and endlessly interconnecting.

Q: You write, "What if I tried to listen to 'the animate earth'? To the ways in which salal speaks? What would I hear?" Well, what did you hear?

LR: I held my breath and heard small creatures rustle under the salal. I think it speaks sea rhythms.

Q: What larger truths are possible to discover by focusing in and drilling down on the often-mundane particulars?

LR: I suppose that we need to pay attention to what we don't pay attention to....

Q: Does salal serve as a metaphor for the Pacific Northwest?

LR: By the time you finish my book, you will be tempted to think so.

© 2008 roadside cafe productions

24 April 2008

The Dalai Lama in the Pacific Northwest



As a result of the Dalai Lama's recent visit to the Pacific Northwest, I've been inspired to create, collect and share various sounds and words I've created to honor him and his work in this world. Click here to link to a webpage on another site of mine that will lead you to stories I've published about his 2004 Vancouver B.C. visit and 2008 Seattle visit, as well as audio podcasts of his talks:

08 February 2008

Herons in Winter in the Frozen Marsh

All winter
two blue herons
hunkered in the frozen marsh,
like two columns of blue smoke.

What they are
I can't imagine,
unless it was the small laces
of snow that settled

in the ruckus of the cattails,
or the glazed windows of ice
under the tired
pitchforks of their feet --

so the answer is
they ate nothing,
and nothing good could come of that.
They were mired in nature, and starving.

Still, every morning
they shrugged the rime from their shoulders,
and all day they
stood to attention

in the stubbled desolation.
I was filled with admiration,
sympathy,
and, of course, empathy.

It called for a miracle.
Finally the marsh softened,
and their wings cranked open
revealing the old blue light,

so that I thought: how could this possibly be
the blunt, dark finish?
First one, then the other, vanished
into the ditches and upheavals.

All spring, I watched the rising blue-green grass,
above its gleaming and substantial shadows,
toss in the breeze,
like wings.

--Mary Oliver, from Owls and Other Fantasies

Ms. Oliver was recently in Seattle, and gave a sold-out reading at Benaroya Hall. I consider myself blessed to have been in attendance....

21 December 2007

Podcast Cafe 2.0



The Podcast Cafe, featuring 2 years of top-shelf quality musical mixes offered up in podcast form for free, was recently relocated to a new home at www.podcastcafe.org. In addition to the original Podcast Cafe series, Sunnyland Soundsystem is now hosting two more channels: The Live Archive and the mysterious Radio Free Fundi. We've even set up a new blog for music news & views.

Hope to see you over at the cafe!

Christian/DJ Fundi

09 October 2007

hibernating....

Um, yeah. Haven't been over to this mossy corner since last May. Got busy last spring preparing for Burning Man and working on a different blog over at a website I put together: www.destinationburningman.com.

Posted quite a few photos over the summer too at FLICKR here and here.

Sometimes I connect a cool photo to the place where it was taken via Panoramio and Google Earth here. Love that Google Earth, lemme tell you! Swooping up the ish rivers from estuary to headwaters, like a raven, following the braids and forks -- gives me a new appreciation of the landscapes of Ish River country and how it all fits together.

My musical mixes are still available via the Podcast Cafe and at Destination Burning Man.

Hmmm....

In Praise of My Ink Bottle

Life flows on, I go from place to place.
I carry this ink bottle with me
wherever I go.

--Robert Sund

The Ish River Itinerate is going in to deep hibernation now....bye!